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Country Sundance

_attempt at a sonnet


A cuddled country voice nestles its'
Turbulent vibration deep in my skin
Land locked and dreading winters'
Icy fingers combing my body for oblivion

Tumultous currents rock us by and by
Leaving no one untouched by its madness
Isn't it funny how at death we still lie
Ne'er remembring that shadow of sadness

Indian Summer mentholates our lungs;
Our trembling throats mutter oceans
Long after sand castles are washed away, we've sung
The gritty ditties, fortifying our emotions

Dug in deep, foxhole country, warmth subsides
Blistering our memories where affection resides.

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America! With Respect To W.W. & A. G.

This struggling accomplished path winds,
Spiral like stairs leading us to the point;
Average wingedhipsters today more like
Displaced thugs. With no sense.
At every corner, we're speaking rigorous
Reminders.

That we all eventually yawn.your wombs

America, I'm wore out, worrying about
This junk.
America, your womb's been cast out
America, our children are all fastly
Becoming basta'ds.

Our roads turning into lavic landslides
Of unfinished destinies.

Prowling inadequacies are hard to out run,
When they're sewn into bone.
Absent of marrow.
Life too fully lived.
Gorged on the juicy decay of existence.

America!, Our infrequent landscapes
Have fragmented, pulled apart by every
Finger scarred with the blood of augury.
How many steps must be counted before I reach
The twisted vision of youths' immortal stare?

America!, I often try to remember that
There's more than you, on this continental
Motion;
America, sometimes I lose track 
How many lines have been navigated?
& yet the message is always still sitting
Beneath the page,  Scratching these thoughts
In to sunlit sheets of autumnal growth.

America, I must stop listening to the staggering
Static soliloquy of your all too destructive nature.
America, I needlessly have lost all trace
Of virginity;  Of the body;  Of the soul;
& now, wafting in winds of mortal breath

America, I have lost the virginity of my mind.
Smashed with the aluminum ball bat
Of times anger!

These are the times.
These are the times.  

America!

Long bleached, drawn out
Boredom filled & kept just barely above
The soil by cookies, Ims, texts, tiny gigibite
Morsels & flash fictions.    Oh America!

Don't you love the sound of the click
Of the mouse?
As I slowly click my mind 
Away        in a nuclear breeze
Caused by your terminal dis  ease?

I have captured clouds here, bubbling
Fluffy white puffs of air; in my
Little skull shack.
I have snagged dragons' & used their scales
To construct new skin, their blood for ink,
I have given birth to a new world
That takes breath.

Breeding fire storms of molecular moans
& flourescent fuel for the trip.
America, I must warn you;
An apocalyptic fury grows here-
A song of departure.

My mucous thickens & etches itsself
in the soft corpses of trees
My hands tremble
America,  holding the last aeon
In lap; Gurggling euphoric dangers
Of listening to the news
America, I must let loose
This desired dream of your once great
Beauty

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On Finding Out That Jim Carroll Died September 11, 2009

All these brilliantly shining currents
Of memories
 Of  words.
  Of memories

Like waterfalls gushing out the earthen vessel.
A tragicly equipped troubadour tantalized
By living,    at the movies,

Nodding just so.
Dangling above it all    nearly.
The vision is almost pristine
The way the muses' hand stroked cross wise.

With every notion of that mysterious pen,
                                                       Horizons appeared
breeding for purity.
Creating direction!

The stammering presence of
His voice conquered worlds,
Til the ink became blood;
The precious muse poisoning   'til the pen was like a needle crawling

Over the skin of existence;
Leaving an honest, filthy trail
of bruised dreams.

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march 23,2010

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So I Found It! 1.

( an informal poetic)


So I found it! The very essence of my soul, the eventual becoming 
Of my living form to travel to the unseeable future of everything.
So I found it! Beneath the blankets, beneath the all encompassing
Hum, Beneath the very flesh we serve day in & out trying to fill ourswelves
Because we feel empty,

So I found it! There lying just below the sky navel, There where anywhwere
Anytime by Anyone it could disappear, become somene elses, drift away,
Fade into the sun, evaporate & become rain. There where all eyes have stopped
Looking, where all heads have turned away from, There where dreamers
Dream and die, Dream & die, There

So I found it! You've seen it, Heard it, Felt it, tasted it, We've all experienced
It in some way before, mistaking it for love, or sex, hate, jealousy,envy, orgasm,
Or even some might have mistaken it for kindness, eloquence, attention,
Or even worship; So I found it! 

You remember it, think about it when you walk into to work and you feel a mess, or maybe 
uncomfortable glares, You know they're afraid of the things you might be, or maybe you're a 
girl, and there're the cat calls, the accidental butt grab, the stares, the casual personal 
conversations that you know are nothing, yet the boyfriend, or husband think is something, 
and for guys he's right cause the other is just looking for a way in, and really You're right it 
is nothing, And maybe just maybe you've felt it dripping down your leg
When people are wondering why you're smiling so big

So I found it! Crumpled up in my pocket, I found  it rolling through the clouds,
Deep in the black hole like living room couches, at the bottom of the close hamper,
I found it smelling so much like life that I vomit when i think of the body sweating, puking, 
pissing, defacating, f -  ing, crying, sleeping, & yet even then There i see it in the 
Multitude of faces hands thoughts smiles gnashing teeth batting eyelashes 

I found it randomly in the eyes nose ear lips cock crowing like jim morrison on coffee & 
crank,  I found it surfing through the air the space between each & every moment.
So I found it hidden deep the eternal answer to the problems of a writer trying to shut 
himself up and hide, never dealing with the oblivious truth that no matter how deep
No matter how profound the one could ever be with the ever ebb of muse masterbation  IT 
still remains, in all things, and without a normal intake of the filth,purity, and sludge of The 
many the genius is wasted on silence.

So I found it!

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So I Found It! 2.

(part 2 informal poetic)

In a poem by Rumi, 
In a 24 hr laundry mat,
in a silent cry for innocence,
In a fractured skull reality,
in the bottom of a pit deeper than self,

I found it in the strangest music, such has never been heard before.
It still has yet to be written; breathlessly waiting for a creator to
move in and bring air to the lungs of its form. Every now & again I awaken
to a more easily collapsed reality, knowing even then it is still immortal,
So I found it!

In the tombstones of ancestors,
In cavernous cavities leading the subconcious to the physical brain.
In unanchored dreams that once led to oracular screams,
In barbaric acts of vision,
Transcendental eye like,
A diademic explosion against her thighs,

So I found it!
Sizzling across the palettes of children
ready to look the future in the face,
Chin up, Speaking into the alchemy of form
Everything that we can be.

So I found it!

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Lonely Streets,Veins Become

Panoramic collision with stories poppin
Off like rounds from a .90(cal.) machine gun.
Demented shrapnel shooting out in every
 direction:
Wiping out all that scoff.
Luxuriant antipathy of all things
Intrudes at times.
Crashing every lousy star melted sings!
Summer begins its end & fall starts
Its chimes.
Carving into stone, the message once
Muses belted.

What lonely streets, veins become
As if her touch felt like a spent gun.

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Just One

Crushed beneath the skin of Brigit, hollowed out,

Stuffed full of mead & words;

 

I drift here

 

Losing touch, losing form

 

Wishing there was one,

just one who never hated me.

 

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Echoes

Every moment always hollow beneath,
Blap blap blap blap, bullet holes weave;
The body weeps like a river.

Many currents bubble, folding dreams;
There is a fabric  that can not be cut.

Quick action blade and coffee stained eyes,
I am lost to the myriad waves
Erasing  every moment.

Shrapnel  bones and whispered curses
Hollow beneath the echoes of  history.

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As Life Begins To Wane

On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints

In the carbonized material of this planet.

Channel surfing & empty ink pens,

Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers

All over the house remannts of LIFE

Breathing all over us.

 

LIFE moves over us like a rapist in some dark room 

We somehow forgot about

In the brightest hours;

It leaves footprints

In the carbonized material of this skin.

 

Passing through streets burning with loneliness & boredom;

Sometime I often wonder about the perplexity

All of it stains upon our memory.

 

Midst preposterous pink & turquoise blue color

Our LIFE begins to petal,

slightly bruised.

 

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Thinking Upon Hades

Swindling all the small things, Trolling graveyards
For ghosts that just don't seem to be anywhere
I think they live in the imagination alone.

Yet my fingers wave in the wind like leaves,
They ready to break off and fall,
Slowly - graceful like circus acrobats.
Eventually settling on the ground.

Mmm..I always did love the crackling
sound autumn leaves make..
Almost like walking through fire,
Almost like home..

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